Sin Is Poem by Bill Grace

Sin Is

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Sin is out of fashion perhaps out of even more
than I have simple words to name:

Honest introspection revealing much
Society not schooled in ways of silence and meditatiion,

Wilson sailing to Europe
Leaving key Senate leadership behind
To fester and take his precious treaty from him,

O-rings that killed our astronauts -
Nobody investigated pandering to journalists.

Sin is real even if we do not like it
From a macro view - not being a betting man -
I will bet on its power every day,
The greatest tragedy being
It is only a Hitler who seems able to share it
Most of us bearing its isolation and other pains quite alone.

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